Break-O-Day

Friday 24th June 645 in the evening. I lay on the front hull of my black stead in vest and slack. Literally, slack. Overhead, the clouds were a grey mass and the gentle wind blew it in a northerly direction. On my right, to the west, the sun was setting. As it slowly inched towards the horizon, its rays turned into a deep orange which reflected against the grey clouds, forming a beautiful artwork of colours in the sky. All around me, Jurong Camp was quiet. I remember thinking, life has never been this peaceful. There is nothing to worry about, nothing to stress over, nothing to speand a penny of thought on. A stark contrast of feelings compared to how I was the night before. I tried to sleep, but too much a sleep in the earlier afternoon had me flow into imaginations instead. I imagined what it would be like the day after, imagine what shes like now far away, imagined my future ahead. It all felt...perfect. Soon, the sun was all gone and the low loading had yet to begin for any of us. The Combat engineers left first and so I continued with my little slacking on the BX. Before I knew it, the moon had replaced the evening sun. Had not seen a moon rise in a long time. Somehow the moon always seem larger when it just start to rise and for the same scientific reasons, it appears deep orange like a setting sun. Had I had a camera, I would have taked a hundred shorts of it and sent her the nicest looking one. The night was long and lowloading for me was at 11. when I reached Kallang, Pang was flooding my phone with SMSes and calls. Somehow rushing me, somehow I felt pissed. Must be the tiredness of a long day setting in. Had a cup of ice Mocha at the cafepub there. Opted against alcohol because Pang and me were getting scared already. Adopted the stop at one policy for BBQ night beers and the coffee or tea policy for chill out moments. One other reason we visited the pub was to check out the cute girl there Cheemeng and Joseph have been talking about. *Sip on my baybreezer* As describe, she is really quite young and ba ba. Cheemeng's type. For the uninitiated, Cheemeng is my Sect Comdr. Cheemeng the Ah meng. Haha....moooolllleeeee is the nickname the man have given him.
Went back to my stead to settle for the night, only to realise to my greatest horror that I am not there for a relaxing night. I was there to fight a delay mission with 3rd Div Kallang Mosquitoes. What the F***. I changed position at least six times, alternating betweent the BX hull and the stuffy trooper compartment of my 40/50. Everywhere I go, there is a combat team of mosquitoes. The artillery guys alongside us from 21SA were suffering the defeat of the same warfare...against mosquitoes. I drew out my defence stores, got into my long four and cover my face with my camo scarf. For once the biting on the face stopped but the buzzing of the mosquitoes just got more scary when they circled my face. Soon they dashed for the undefended warmth of my wrist and palm. An hour later, my palms were sp tattered with mosquito bites it was hurting. Damn the bugs. I wanted to go get my gloves but the samage has been done so I decided to retaliate. Woke up to kill as many mosquitoes as I could. Trust me, its worst than outfield. If you think Murai Open Patch at LCK have the strongest mosquitoes size force, you thought wrong. Try kallang KFC car park.
Saturday. The day for NDP rehearsal. Two runs promised. Hours of waiting time speculated. Heavy publicity expected. It all went as plans. Everywhere the BX convoy went, people waved at us. Some changed the lens of their camera to have a nicer shot. Others simply took out their handphones for a video or still shot. Kids stared and waved. Babes marveled at us. We felt like heroes!!! As usual, joseph and cheemeng were engrossed with kua cai and I join in of course. This hot eurasian babe in hot pants and tight fitting top caught great stares from us when she came out of singapore recreation club. Bending over to change into slippers beside us, her sleek long legs had us loose focus on the job at hand. Gosh. She is DAMN HOT. Wasn't the only one, there were just so many babes trying to get a picture of us, the Black Knights on Steads.

We felt proud. We felt like Heroes. We felt like Singaporeans. The burnt weekends were all worth it.

The rehearsals will go on at 1 and 6 pm every saturday, the evening run being the more spectecular one because the airforce will be joining in. After the afterburners crackle the skys, listen carefully to the rolling in of heavy armour.

NDP rocks.